Jet-black ink in a raven sky,
Complete darkness as, I look up high.
Nothing to see, a total black void,
Until the darkness reveals the joy,
Of a million stars, shining on high,
Minute sparkles adorning the sky.
No orange glow from urban sprawl,
A vast black canopy; amazing to all.
Sue Wood
The moon is low in the ebony air,
A glowing ball, with silver flare,
I see you rise above the pines;
A guiding lamp which beauty defines.
Moving across the sky with ease,
Clouds pass your orb upon the breeze.
I think of a time when the world was new,
Lighting the sky with your silver hue.
Sue Wood
Ruby berries on the lifeless stems,
Reflect the beams on the shining gems.
Sue Wood
The common daisy is one of the most familiar wildflowers in the UK. It flowers almost all year-round and is very widespread. Its flowers are used by children to make daisy chains.
“He loves me, he loves me not”
A game played by young females to find out if their love interest, loves them or not. The last petal plucked will hold the answer to the question.
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